Thought for the Day

Today is pick on K.K. day. I just have to tell this story about my baby sister that goes along with my thoughts for the day. She's probably going to kill me, but hey, what's the use in having a baby sister if you can't pick on her, right?

My sister is famous for hitting deer. They just seem to be attracted to her vehicle. A couple of years ago, her car was in the shop--I forget why, probably from one of these incidents. The insurance company had provided a rental car for her to drive in the meantime. It was a pretty shade of red or burgundy, totally unlike her pearl white Stratus.

One rainy Friday night, she and my brother-in-law decided to eat out at Ryan's. When they finished the meal, it was still pouring down rain. So, being the gentleman that he is, my brother-in-law headed out in the downpour to get the car and pick my sister up at the curb.

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity with the other wives in the lobby, K.K. finally sees the red car pull up to the curb. She doesn't have an umbrella, so she runs to the car as quickly as possible, only to find that the doors are locked. The rain is beating down on her unmercifully. Her hair is going flat. Her outfit is getting soaked. She is frustrated.

"Unlock the door, T. I'm getting soaked," she yells, but nothing happens. This irritates her, but she figures with it being a rental car that he cannot find the right buttons to push. She stands in the rain getting wetter and wetter.

"Hurry up, you idiot. I'm getting soaked!" she starts to scream. I can just hear her now. Finally the locks pop up, and she plops down in the seat ready to take his head off I'm sure. But much to her surprise, as she is still fussing, she turns, and in the driver's seat is not her husband, but a distinguished looking grey headed gentleman. He is smiling broadly at her. The ladies at the curb are watching; no doubt one is this man's wife. She has gotten into the wrong car! Her husband is in the car directly behind this one wondering what in the world she is doing, as is everyone under the pavilion. They begin to laugh as the man's wife has probably filled them in that she has gotten in the wrong car.

I'm not sure how my sister handled this. I'm sure she apologized profusely. The gentleman seemed genuinely amused. No wonder he would not unlock the door for her. She was a stranger. But evidently her persuasion caused him to obey. Or maybe it was the fact that she was a young, beautiful blonde. I don't know. I bet it was the highlight of his night, even if he did get yelled at. I about wet my pants when my sister relayed the story to me, and she was able to laugh at herself as she told it. I laugh every time I think of it.

What's my point, you might ask, in telling this? Well, the moral of this story is: Don't complain about what is going wrong in your life until you make sure the right person is in the driver's seat.
I want God in the driver's seat at all times. Don't you?